So this one time, a bunch of guys and I get together to go camping. Big Earl, he was the leader of the bunch, because he was older and bigger. We loaded a bunch of equipment and a few jugs of apple moonshine into the back of his truck and took off for the mountains. I hated that fucking truck. It never had any springs or shocks or whatever the hell those things are that prevent you from bouncing halfway to Hades on every since bump in the road. And there were a hell of a lot of them, since we were driving up a nature trail. Hiking is for pussies. At any rate, we reached the spot where we always camped and started cutting some firewood, just like always. Jimmy started hauling out the giant cans of baked beans for the first night's meal. All of a sudden, we hear these voices. Female voices. Turns out a bunch of broads were camping just about a hundred yards away on the other side of the hill. We didn't pay them much attention at first because we had to set the camp up and get drunk, all before night fall, but then one of them comes walking over to our side. They'd heard us setting camp and figured they'd extend a greeting. So this chick who was serving as their ambassador, Tiffany her name was, comes over and asks us if we'd like to go swimming in the lake with them. We say we didn't bring out suits. She replies they didn't either. So we're all off in a flash for the lake, beans and tents be damned, bringing as much liquor as we can carry with us. Man, I'll spare you the squishy details of the rest of the night, but I was having so much fun I almost forgot to drink myself to unconsciousness. Boy Scouts ruled.